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"You've outdone yourself, Chalamet." I say as he pours a glass of wine.
"Only for the best." he winks and hands me the glass.
I take a sip and set it down on our dining room table, decorated with candles and flowers.
It's an ordinary Wednesday evening. It's not either of our birthdays, an anniversary or a celebratory occasion. Just Wednesday.
After coming home from a stressful day of work, relaxation is all I wanted to feel. But when I stepped into the house, I could only feel loved.
Timothée had already made dinner, beautifully setting up the dining room for us. You could swear that the space had been turned into a lavish restaurant. And I give him all the props.
He pours himself a glass of wine as well and sits across from me. "Cheers." he raises his glass.
"To?" I question, raising mine as well.
"To us." he smiles.
We clink glasses, sharing a kiss before we take our proper sips. We dig into the meal he's prepared and I give him all the props once again.
The man sure does know how to cook and food is truly the way to my heart.
Approximately two hours later...
I lean back in my chair slightly, fully belly and slightly buzzed from the wine.
Timothée wipes his mouth with a napkin, leaning back in his chair as well. We grin at each other, breaking into a fit of laughter for no reason.
"Did you like it?" he asks regarding the food.
I peer at my clean plate. "What do you think?" I joke, making him laugh again.
I stand up forcefully and grab our plates so I can go wash them; I don't like sitting messes.
Timothée's up on his feet in an instant.
"No, no." he says and takes the plates from me, setting them back down on the table.
"You cooked and decorated, let me clean up."
"It's fine," he shakes his head "I can clean everything up later."
"Later?" I raise a brow, thinking of what we can do in the time between now and "later."
Whenever that is.
"Later." he smiles and takes my hand. He walks us through the house, exiting out to our wide patio. I take in a deep breath of the fresh air.
Our string lights are on and it feels like the city's asleep, creating a fine environment.
Timothée sits down on our couch-like patio set. I join him by his side and he doesn't mind.
My head rests on his shoulder as he drapes his arm around me.
I close my eyes as I feel a kiss being pressed to the side of my forehead, then some more down my neck and behind my ear.
My head comes off his shoulder and I look into his eyes. "Thank you. For everything."
"Anytime." he says and kisses me softly. We kiss for a few minutes, getting lost in each other.
We break the connection and proceed to goofily look at each other. Timothée looks straight up and points at the sky.
I look up as well, viewing the scattered stars in the perfectly clear sky. "It's so beautiful." I say.
"Yeah." he lets out slowly, still locked in gaze with them. "Do you know any constellations?" he asks.
I turn my head looking for one. "There." I point.
"Where?" he asks looking around cluelessly.
I grab his head, turning it toward the direction I'm looking in. I trace the constellation out with my finger in front of his face so he can see it.
"Cassiopeia." I say and he tilts his head sideways.
"It's beautiful."
"That's a fitting noun," I say "it's named after Queen Cassiopeia, who always boasted about her unrivaled beauty."
He looks at me and I at him. "Since when do you know so much about constellations and greek mythology?" he asks.
"Since..forever I guess." I laugh.
We return to gazing into the stars, sitting together side by side. Now feels like a perfect moment to do so, as does doing so forever.
For it is plain as anyone can see that the sky looks absolutely gorgeous tonight, as does us being simply meant to be.
A/N: hey ya'll i'm still alive, here's a new and decent imagine. i absolutely adore the nightmare before christmas. all i've been thinking abt these past few days is the closing scene and the song.
I sob almost every single time lmao. words truly cannot describe how I feel abt this particular scene, the music, animation. just the entirety of the movie to be honest.
idk if the last two sentences makes sense either. lmk if they do bc I just wanted to incorporate the precious lyrics 🤍
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FanfictionTimothée Chalamet imagines 💗 !!REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! * = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content. I'm not a writer, but this is what I can do! Frequent updates at best :)
